I am broken
The pieces of my mind fall to the floor with an almighty smash.
I drop to my knees, trying to grab them back. 5 second rule.
They are lost to me.
Occasionally I feel as if they have returned
Only to find myself without them again. Falling down, down.
A smile
A laugh here and there. I may appear fine but the pain washes over me.
A tidal wave, come to claim me as I stretch for the surface.
Bubbly, happy enthusiastic.
Sometimes cracks appear in my facade like a crackling glaze on an antique vase.
So I cover them up. Add another layer. I don’t want people to know.
I want people to know.
I want the pieces of my mind back. I want to be fixed. I want to be whole again.
But I can’t bring myself to tell anyone. So I will continue applying the glaze. When the cracks begin to show.
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